Never mind the Oasis, here's your three-day warning about a Pacific Northwest Voodoo Front moving in. And experts have confirmed that the voodoo expected to hit the shores of the Puget Sound this Saturday night will be accompanied by the sound of Banzai Surf!

me want shoes me want all clothes for my doggy. Please write a check and deposit into mr.barunda's account. mrs. barunda begs you for these items.
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MYMO

(Any similarities to any real persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.)

For a minute I thought this was refering to me and misses, but I actually encourage the wife
to consume as many Voodoo punches as possible because of it's magical powers to make undergarments
fall off.

I recall observing that Mrs. Riviera doesn't like Mr. Riviera dancing with other boys even if the other guy is the host of the party. (Though the rest of the world has forgot it the Lamabada apparently remains "the forbidden dance" in the Riviera household.)

This year's Voodoo Punch was so strong it was only served in this size glass:

There was much of the usual conversation and hilarity that typically happen whenever Northwesterners and their giant brains get together. (I'd share some insights but you wouldn't get it.)

Then some sorta weird music and chanting began and I heard screams along the lines of "No! No! Oh God no!" and people were running everywhere and leaping in the koi pond and there was much confusion. I assumed something naked was happening but soon realized it was much more strange and horrific than _______ and ________ running around pantsless. (Look at that Ivan and Larry, I kept your identities a secret like I said I would.)

It was utter chaos and all I can really recall is the music, chanting, and screaming. But I apparently snapped some pictures:

I heard something on the news this morning about a mysterious "smoking pit" that opened up last night on a block in north Seattle so I suspect the worst.
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